MeAndTheMoon's Stories

The Trip

2008-04-12T15:13:01Z

I remember like it was yesterday, the absolutely normal day at school when Mom came and picked me up early.
“Are you sure it’s ok with Mrs. Jenkins?” I asked her.
“Yes, of course. If I come in to pick you up, it’s perfectly alright” she replied, leading me out to the car by my hand, like a child. I didn’t like it, but something told me I shouldn’t try to break free from her grip. At the car, she turned to face me and grasped my other hand as well.
“We’re going on a trip to Grandma’s” she said with a smile painted on her face.
“Really? Is Daddy coming too? And Georgia?” I asked excitedly.
“No, just you, me and your sister. Georgia had to go home. And Daddy can’t take off work. It’ll be fun though, I promise.” I felt like my mother was lying to me, but I couldn’t be quite sure which statement was the lie.

A little Hope

2008-04-10T22:49:42Z

The song ends about 45 seconds after arrogant Eric and I get on the dance floor.
“Well, talk to you later Emma” he says, breaking away from me effortlessly.
“I’m Kelly.” I say to his back. He doesn’t turn around. Could he have made a simpler mistake? Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you said Kiley, or Kathy, or something else remotely close to my name!
I head to the bathroom, the only safe place for girls like me. As I look myself over in the mirror, hoping squinting doesn’t fail me here, I could swear I hear my name.
“I think that’s her name, anyway. I don’t know. It sucks, I was really thinking of hooking up with him, but I can just tell he is checking her out” a voice from the 3rd stall proclaims.
“You could always try for Eric. After he’s had a few more drinks” a voice from the 4th stall replies.
“I know, but Jeremy is just so cute” says number 3.
I’m freaking out! If he actually was checking me out enough that other girls saw, maybe my hopes aren’t crushed.

Squinting Mistake

2008-04-07T13:32:00Z

“Alright.” I get up slowly and adjust my dress. Marnie scurries off, probably to find someone else to dance with now that her good deed of the day is done.
I squint across the room. I really should have just worm my glasses but my pride got in the way. And my crappy state provided insurance didn’t give me the option of those fancy things they like to call contacts.
“You wanted to dance with me?” I ask nervously as I tap his shoulder.
“And you are…?” I can’t decide weather I want to puke all over him or myself. It’s not Jeremy. It’s Eric, the arrogant one from Houston.
“I’m Kelly, I’m sorry, I just…”
“Well, whatever, we can dance.” He says, nonchalantly whisking me to the dance floor.
I’m so angry. Angry because Eric pretends to have never seen me when he has met me several times. Angry because he isn’t even looking at me or saying a word while we awkwardly dance. And angry because I see Jeremy clear as day shaking his head and taking a seat.

Georgia Summer

2008-04-06T15:59:46Z

The summer my cousin Georgia came to visit was the best. I had been waiting for something to happen that would help start my transformation from an awkward girl into a young woman. And when Georgia came she brought with her all of the parts to the puzzle I was missing. It’s not that I got to do the things she did or have the same friends as her, she was 17 and I was 13. But I got to hear her talk to her friends and watch her dress up and she taught me how to wear makeup (for whenever I was allowed to).
It seemed like her presence brought a light airiness into everyone. Me, my little sister Jenna, even my father. Only my mother still seemed unchanged by Georgia. She even occasionally seemed less agreeable.
When Dad brought home the blue t-bird, Mom about fell over. She kept shaking her head and saying “I don’t know, I just don’t know.”
“Come on, Aunt Lois, it’ll be fun!” Georgia insisted. But when the rest of us went for that first ride, Mom stayed behind.

Transfer Student

2008-04-04T23:12:07Z

“The following is a recognition that Miss Shannon Dougherty has been permitted transfer from Willowdale High School To Buckingham County Community College.”
Adam reread the paper several times. He had figured she was 18, still five years younger than him, but completely do-able. Literally. But now, she could be 17. She could be 16. She could be 15.
“What’s so interesting about my papers?” she asked, looking up at him as she picked up the papers she had left on the floor and the one in his hands. He hadn’t even heard her come back into the elevator, but now that she was, smiling and looking into his eyes, he couldn’t care less if she was 13.
“You’re just Little Miss Brain aren’t you?” he asked, pointing to the paper in her hand. She rolled her eyes and followed the other students out of the elevator and towards the lab, leaving him behind.

Slowing It Down a Bit

2008-04-03T16:15:32Z

“Do you want to dance with Jeremy?” Marnie whispers in my ear as the DJ announces he’s going to ‘slow it down a bit’, code for ‘let all the losers watch the happy people cuddle on the dance floor’.
“No thanks” I reply. If I was 14 I would be satisfied with being set up with someone to dance with. At 20, pretending my feet hurt seems like a better option. Especially when Marnie is the one volunteering her partner. She is someone I never really got close to because I was jealous. Becky had the confidence to compete with her, I just shrivel in her presence.
“Are you sure? I just think it might hurt his feelings, he asked me if I would ask you for him” she says in an even softer whisper.
Either this gorgeous guy from Denver actually looked past Marnie and somehow saw me, or Marnie is a lot nicer than I thought and made this up to try and save my dignity. Either way, someone is being really nice to me, it just will be a little more difficult to appreciate if Marnie is the philanthropist.

Maid of Honor Blues

2008-04-02T01:04:55Z

As I watch all of the bridesmaids dance and flirt with their adorable groomsmen, I can’t stifle a sigh. I’m not selfish, agreeing to be in this wedding had nothing to do with the fact that the groom has hot friends from every corner of the country. I did it for Becky, she is my best friend, and I’m the maid of honor. This seems like a special privilege. And it is, I guess. But when I was walking down the aisle with the groom’s overweight, greasy, obnoxious brother, somehow I didn’t feel all that special. Surviving the bridal party dance was a whole different story. His hands seemed to have magnets drawn to my south pole, if you know what I mean.
What it all comes down to is that I’m already bummed about losing Becky. She has been a different person ever since she got that ring on her finger. And I was hoping that the sorrow of this day could be drowned by a hot groomsman from out of town. Instead it’s amplified by a pudgy man with overactive oil glands. Just my luck.

Community College

2008-04-02T00:53:28Z

“I cannot express to you how much I really, really, really don’t want to be here” Shannon said as she sat down in the chair next to Adam. He smiled to himself as he looked her up and down, taking her in.
Her books had papers stuffed in them and falling out of them. Her hair was messy, clearly unbrushed, possibly unwashed. But she smelled delicious, like an alluring flower. Her t shirt was wrinkled and loose, but it came just short enough to let him see her hip bones peeking out from her low rise jeans, putting pressure on her lean, tan flesh.
“Couldn’t he have given us one freaking day off? Would it really have killed us? He is always talking about how we are ahead of his night class, why can’t we have a day off and then it would even out?” She looked into his eyes now. He looked back at hers for a moment, then he glanced down at her mouth, where her braces caught the light and gleamed at him.
If only he could figure out how old she was.

For A Loved One

2008-03-24T13:44:03Z

You let your mind be free and all at once everything was lucid,

You never cringed as everyone cried and begged you not to do this.

And now as you speak to me nothing makes sense and yet you seem happy,

I wish I could see when you come down, when all your elation is lacking.

Behind those sunglasses someone is lost but I’m not really sure that it’s you,

I haven’t been positive of your existence since that first time I saw you subdued.

This Dress

2008-03-22T21:43:29Z

This dress is what I was going to wear to get you back before I realized that was all wrong.
Before I discovered that I would have to move on because we did everything wrong from the start.
And weather I came to you in something shapeless or form fitting really didn’t matter.
Because this relationship is over no matter what I’m wearing.
This dress is what I was going to wear before I realized that even if I begged, you wouldn’t take me back.

Just a Shirt

2008-02-29T21:30:17Z

Going through old clothes was something she did every year. She pulled out everything and separated it into a pile that would be donated to the thrift store and a pile that just needed to be thrown out. It was nice to get extra space in her bureau but sad to see some much loved garments go.
Reaching the bottom she picked up something that looked out of place. A big black T shirt in amongst her tiny, brightly colored tops. For a moment she stared at it unknowingly, and then all at once the memories flooded in. She lifted it gently to her face and his smell penetrated her heart. Her face was now buried in it, inhaling his sweet presence that had been absent so long. She had been able to handle the knowledge that this shirt was his but his smell still lingering in the fabric broke her down completely. She had always heard that scent was strongly linked to memory, but she had no idea it could so quickly bring someone to tragic lonely tears.

Trust

2008-02-18T14:55:16Z

“You never even said goodbye.”
” Well I’m here now, so it doesn’t need to be said.”
“But you didn’t say it then. You just left without a trace. How am I supposed to know it won’t happen again?”
“Isn’t that what trust is about?”
“You killed my trust.”
He gently pushed her bangs behind her left ear. They had grown out a lot since he saw her last. She had a decidedly more wild look to her, and he thought it was beautiful.
“Kiss me.” He said softly.
She slapped him across the face.

Just A Breakup Poem

2008-02-13T14:56:03Z

Figures it would rain today
Right after I let you get away
I thought it was you I was piercing through
But I cut myself so deep
Now all I do is bleed
Out every word I said
And everything I feel
And you’re flying even further from my grasp
Just to know I’m the one who made you take off
All I want is for you to land
Back in my arms
To stop this harm
That my heart has to take
Every moment it breaks

Tears of Ice on a Face of Stone

2008-01-24T22:51:50Z

Someone to talk to and someone to care.
It’s all I really want.
And as I see him approach my heart starts beating fast, and I am surprised he does not hear it. I cry out and reach for him, but of course every action is inward and he cannot understand. I am stuck in this cage of frozen cold stone. The water that dripped down my face felt like cold tears until it stayed in place, fastened by the temperature.
“Look, she has tears.” He says gently as he touches the ice on my face.
And then I see her, warm and alive like him. She tosses her hair, flowing effortlessly.
“Oh, please, statues can’t feel.” She says as she latches onto his arm. I prove her wrong as my heart aches for mortality, but they cannot perceive it.
They are mortal and their lives are fleeting but oh, how full they are!

a break from the search

2008-01-14T21:40:08Z

When she walked into the room cold air from outside and wisps of snow floating through the air followed her.
“I didn’t find them.” She said sadly. He came up close and kissed her, inhaling her cold breath. Her skin was icy from the cold and the effect was refreshing. She kissed him back but pushed him away.
“Don’t be thinking of that. Be thinking of finding the boys!” Her voice was stern, but he could swear he saw a smile spread across her face as she turned away.